I had to text myself lyrics to look up when I got home. Stupid moron.
Picture yourself in a living room
your pipe and slippers set out for you
I know you think that it ain’t too far
I hear the call of a lifetime ring
felt the need to get up for it
oh you cut out the middleman
get free from the middleman
You got no time for the messenger,
got no regard for the thing that you don’t understand,
you got no fear of the underdog,
that’s why you will not survive!
I wanna forget how convention fits
but can I get out from under it?
Can I cut it out of me?
It can’t all be wedding cake
It can’t all be boiled away
I try but I can’t let go of it
Can’t let go of it
Cause you don’t talk to the water boy
and there’s so much you could learn but you don’t want to know,
You will not back up an inch ever,
that’s why you will not survive,
The thing that I tell you now
It may not go over well
And it may not be photo-op
the way that I spell it out
But you won’t hear from the messenger,
don’t wanna know bout something that you don’t understand,
You got no fear of the underdog,
that’s why you will not survive! (Hey!)
-“The Underdog” Spoon